Fengmanlou

"I laugh at all the people in this world." Gu Wuyou paused, sheathed his sword, and used the hilt of the sword with his backhand to pick Li Lingcheng's chin, and rolled his eyes, "Except for beauties, of course." As the name suggests, Gu Wuyou lives without worries for half his life. After coming out of the restaurant, he bid farewell to his friends whom he had not seen for many years, and went on the road with a drink. What kind of experience would it be like? There must be beautiful women waiting for him to draw his sword to help, and old people who have experienced vicissitudes of life waiting to comfort him. One day, he walked into an ordinary small town, but unexpectedly saw the turbulent waves buried under the peace. The government and sects, imperial power and influence were everywhere ready to go. He accidentally became the first person, and every step he took was like a carefully laid plan, but what killed him was not the sword in the open place. "If I had seen this person's nature, I would have died on the cliff and not let him save him." "It's just that he is a bullshit hero and a scourge." Gu Wuyou's black clothes have turned dark red, "Okay! Hahahaha, okay! You! You have forgotten that I used up all my inner strength to drag you out from the prison! You! You have forgotten that I helped you with a lot of money when you were starving! You! You have forgotten that I risked my life to help you at the bottom of the cliff! You have all forgotten! All forgotten. And you! I have no enmity or enmity with you, let alone any contact with you!" , Why do you speak up!" Gu Wuyou roared, his eyes were red, he looked at the people who were watching indifferently, whispering, he wanted to go crazy, he knew in his heart that everyone among them was jealous or afraid. He wanted them to ask their consciences, wouldn't they feel guilty, could they really not see black and white? The pain came, not from the wounds all over the body, but from the heart. "It's become a joke, tsk tsk tsk." "What kind of hero? It's so funny." "He's just a person who is greedy for fame and fortune. He doesn't deserve the word hero." "People show their justice after dinner, and kill a person so easily." The rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes, it has only been a few decades. Here, a child prodigy is sent from the sky, there is a young master who has become famous, the miracle doctor is rejuvenated, and there are two or three heroes who share the same interests and act chivalrously. This world will never stop. As for these two withered bones, if there is an afterlife, it is no longer known where they will be thrown into. I don't know whether they are warm, whether they are full, or whether another legend has begun. There are only three or two elderly storytellers left, and even the stories seem quite boring due to old age. Yes, it's over. Intention: The fire of kindness in the heart will not be extinguished even if it falls into the ink pool